Father Ted: So, before you all go today I need to remind you all that... there are a few people that have been pocketing the Host. Please don't pocket the Host."
I have this very real feeling that the church, together as one heart, has no idea what was just said. "Don't pocket the Host" It sounds like words set next to one another, like "Don't moose that ski-doo".
Father Ted: Yes... yes... We have been finding the Host in the parking lot, in the near by water foutain... in wedge in to the spokes of children bicycles to make that flapping noise when they ride. Yeah, sooo, please, let the priest see you eat the Host and don't pocket the Host.
Some people arn't Christians. And even among the Christians some don't believe in things like the Holy Goast. But At that moment There was a true connection being made- with out words- and it was crystal clear. The priest saying "Soooo, this is kinda stupid I should even have to say this. Do I really have to explain anything here?" and everyone else looking amogst them selves as if to say "no, no... yeah, kinda weird. Sorry, don't know what to tell ya"
Father Ted: Also, please wash your hands. For the love of God.
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